Even though she was just a lowly waitress, she still had a professional demeanor, especially the kind of professionalism that was expected at Tong Mama's Private Restaurant—treating all guests equally.
Therefore, in the face of such an "unreasonably demanding" Mr. Luo, the maid thought: Hopefully, her bonus won't be docked this time, right? It's been a long time since the restaurant encountered a customer this dense!
The salary at Tong Mama's Private Kitchen was quite high, with monthly wages of over ten thousand, various internal benefits, holiday health supplements, and two domestic and overseas trips each year.
Even if she didn't go herself, she could give the trips to her family.
No need to endure wind and rain, or deferentially cater to customers. If the service was good, there might even be tips specifically given by customers. Many who knew about it were scrambling to come.
With such good benefits, naturally, the requirements were high too. The educational background was just one aspect; height and appearance were a must, there couldn't be any body odor, and the voice had to be pleasant.
Besides strict requirements, one also had to pass their training tests 123; only after passing all of them could one officially start working.
After all, the guests who came here were mostly dignitaries and wealthy individuals. Without sharp eyes and wits, any commotion could be troublesome.
Just as she bowed her head, silent as Mr. Luo fumed, a woman dressed in white with intertwined cloud patterns appeared, with a similar cloud-patterned jade pendant at her waist, inscribed with the words: 'Head Waitress'.
With willow eyebrows and almond eyes, moving gracefully, smiling before she spoke, undoubtedly a stunning beauty.
She was none other than the famous head waitress "Sister Lian" at Tong Mama's Private Kitchen, articulate, adaptable, managing the restaurant's customer disputes with ease.
"Oh my, what's wrong with this guest? Why such anger? Is it that our girls didn't serve properly? Don't rush, take it slow, such a pretty girl, how heart-wrenching if she suffers. You wouldn't want that, right?" Sister Lian smiled, giving Mr. Luo a wink.
Of course, she didn't forget to signal to the maid, asking her what exactly happened.
Being professionally trained, the maid took a small step and quietly explained in the briefest terms.
Sister Lian gestured for her to stay calm.
The maid replied with a gesture: OK.
This Sister Lian was much prettier than the minor celebrity Qian Lele, possessing a mature charm that Qian Lele lacked, and could easily become a major star.
Of course, she wasn't interested in that.
Mr. Luo was visiting Tong Mama's Private Kitchen for the first time, so naturally, he was unaware of these details. Suddenly finding such a pretty woman speaking to him kindly, his anger somewhat subsided, even stealing a couple of glances at her.
Tsk tsk tsk… this little restaurant really was full of beauties, no wonder the guy wouldn't lend him the membership card for so long. This woman was prettier than anyone he had been with before, if only he could get her in bed...
Mr. Luo's gaze was lewd, as if he wished to strip her clothing immediately.
Sister Lian wasn't seeing this kind of look for the first time; only first-time patrons exposed such blatant gazes. Look, she endured it, but if anyone dared to lay a finger on her, well...
Sister Lian would definitely show him why a flower was so red.
"Hmph! Your staff is so inconsiderate, I clearly arrived first, but my spot was given to someone else, and I was told to come back next time, how could I not be angry?" Mr. Luo suppressed his anger and said.
"May I ask your surname?" Sister Lian smiled and said.
"Luo, without the courtesy," Mr. Luo lifted his chin proudly, indicating he was the chairman of Luo Group.
"Oh, so it's Mr. Luo, may I see your membership card?" Sister Lian smiled, "Rest assured, if our girls were wrong, we wouldn't turn a blind eye. As for who came first, a quick check of the records will show."
Mr. Luo handed the membership card to Sister Lian, taking the opportunity to touch her hand: "Check as much as you want, I'm not unreasonable, just looking for some compensation, I'm very easygoing..."
Beside him, Qian Lele was a bit anxious: "It's not like that, I..." Oh no! If only the membership card records were checked, they indeed arrived a bit earlier than Jiang, but they had left in between, so the restaurant arranged the spot for Jiang. It really wasn't Jiang's fault.
Sister Lian interrupted Qian Lele: "Miss, please don't worry, we'll have it sorted soon." To be fair, she courteously asked Jiang Nuo to provide his membership card for checking as well.
Jiang Nuo, who was eating, seemed somewhat displeased: "I'm not sure if we came later or earlier, I only know that when we arrived, we asked for a quiet table, and then started eating. Suddenly, someone wanted us to vacate the spot. Where's the sense in that?"
"Apologies! No matter the cause, for disturbing your meal, as compensation, today's bill is on the house." Sister Lian said.
"Alright, it's not like I can't pay. Here you go. Just don't pin any unnecessary charges on us." Jiang Nuo handed over his membership card and, turning away, with a swift change of mood, gently asked his wife, "Honey, would you like some soup? This soup is good for the stomach..."
Mu Qiuniang, who had been focused on eating, nodded and obediently sipped from his hand.
Dang it! Is this getting fed a mouthful of dog food?
Sister Lian felt a little surge of emotion.
Actually, she could be considered a fan of Jiang Nuo too, having followed every TV show and movie he starred in. She even followed his variety show appearances.
However, she never acted like other fans, madly chasing after him or blocking his way at events.
She just felt that so-called big star idols were all packaged personas, and who he truly was, nobody knew. Maybe idols were meant for idolization, while the real person could destroy such fantasies.
She just didn't want to ruin her own fantasies.
She had seen the news about Jiang Nuo's marriage. As for his wife, she had no particular opinion. His wife, on her own, was indeed clean and pure, pleasant to look at.
Especially her unique temperament, not even Jiang himself could match it. Jiang's winning point was his looks.
But now, watching him, from the moment he entered the restaurant, carefully looking after his wife, the gentle look in his eyes, it was clear he genuinely loved his wife, not just putting on a show.
Suddenly, Sister Lian thought, perhaps even if this idol peeled away his star wrapping, he was still not bad. At least, he was sincerely loving someone!